Arthur sat at a desk writing in his journal, he had gone out to hunt and wound up in a strange cabin once it began to snow, As far as he knew, this cabin was abandoned and would be his and his alone.

He felt eyes on him as he wrote, but when he turned to look there was no one there. He heard floorboards creak, and when he looked, there was no one. But when he looked a little bit closer, he could almost make out a face.